A knock on my door startled me into dropping the curling iron I was nearly finished with. I unplugged the thing and made my way to the door. “We need to get going if we’re going to get everything taken care of in time,” Wes instructed as I slid the door open, grabbed my little clutch that contained all the pertinent documents I needed, and came face-to-face with an awestricken man. Well, no that wasn’t quite right. I came face-to-chest with Wes’s tux-clad body, but when I glanced up, he seemed stunned.

“Well, if you’d move out of the way, I could get to this appointment,” I told him when he didn’t bother to budge.

“You look, holy shit, um… You look amazing, Mina.” His stammered compliment didn’t even mean anything. I stood there waiting for him to get out of the way, and also refused to offer a compliment back, even though it was very much deserved. Wes wore his tux well. It was almost a shame that I was marrying his best friend today, because he might have been worth tempting heartbreak for.

After all, Wes was a lawyer, so he had to be at least moderately intelligent, despite who his friends were. He had that golden boy charm about him, like he descended straight from Zeus’s loins. He was all hard-bodied, blond haired, blue-eyed perfection. Still, it didn’t matter, because I knew he had the same basic taste in women as his bestie. They both seemed to prefer leggy models with curves for days, even if those curves were manufactured. And let’s be real, if I wasn’t terrified of surgery, I’d probably manufacture up some curves for myself too, so I wasn’t judging those women for doing it. I would never be what they were though.

“Are we ready to go, or are we just going to stand here and have a staring competition?” I asked.

“Oh, um, yeah, sorry. We’re going to go. Tucker is going to meet us there.” Of course, he was. I scoffed as I managed to move past the idiot who was sent to escort me to wherever we were meeting my husband-to-be. The man couldn’t be here to even see me to the altar himself. “He had something to take care of first,” Wes went on to say, as if that cleared everything up.

“Yeah, whatever,” I huffed out. “Do you think we can make a detour in the casino on our way out?”

“Why?”

I held up the chip I’d been given the night before. “I need to cash this in.”

Wes looked at me like he wasn’t sure but then nodded his head. “Sure, we’ll have to be quick though.”

Chapter 6

I cashed my chip in, literally. My poor clutch wasn’t able to handle the bulge of cash, so we ended up having to go back upstairs to deposit most of it in my other bag first. I kept some of it on me, just in case, and then we were off to go to the courthouse to sign the license, and then we would be off to whatever love shack venue Tucker had chosen for our nuptials.